THE night outside was clear and frosty, not a cloud in the sky.
There had perhaps been five such nights in the year, and the opportunity
was too good to lose.
Jackson put his wife's cloak around her shoulders with more than
his usual tenderness.
He even agreed with her that it was scandalous that he had not
yet attended a single Lenten sermon; but he pleaded his cold in
excuse.
He saw her into the carriage, and then walked across bareheaded,
in his evening shoes, to the observatory.
He wanted to confirm one or two facts about the star on which Mortimer
had reported in the Review. It would be a splendid thing if he
could explode yet another of his rival's theories; and he chuckled
as he remembered the comet of last June.
`It's a curious thing,' said Jackson to himself as he gazed at
the speck of light in the eyepiece of the telescope. `The betting's
a hundred to one that Mortimer 's looking at the star this very
moment, and a thousand to one that we two are the only people who
have the slightest interest in it. Confound the man's ugly face!
I can see it now.'
How he disliked the fellow! He disliked his voice, his manner,
the way he dressed.
And Mrs. Mortimer! What a woman!
He wished that she and Eliza were not quite so intimate.
And what an absurd paper the man had read before the society the
other evening: based on the wildest hypothesis, of course, and
yet Linton and one or two others seemed to think there was something
in it.
Jackson looked through the telescope again at the star, but found
it hard to concentrate his attention. All the time he was thinking
how ridiculous Mortimer looked now that he had

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